The Spacesuit of Faith

learning to breath on a hostile planet

I wasn’t created for this kind of pressure.

Not just in the “I’m sensitive” kind of way, but in the real, daily sense of it. The kind where the air feels too thick to breathe, and just existing takes effort. Earth might feel like home to some people, but to me, it often feels like a hostile planet.

I walk through life feeling like I’m in the wrong environment. Everything feels sharp, heavy, or loud. The criticism, the demands, the noise—there’s always something pressing in, making it hard to just be. And honestly, it used to make me wonder what was wrong with me.

Because everyone else seemed fine.

They weren’t gasping. They weren’t flinching. They weren’t exhausted by light or noise or fake smiles or the emotional static that seems to hum just under the surface of everything. They looked like they belonged here. And I didn’t.

For a long time, I tried to toughen up and make it work. I tried to survive in terrain I was never built for. I pushed myself to breathe the same air everyone else seemed fine with, but it never stopped burning.

Eventually, I realized I wasn’t supposed to be breathing unfiltered air. Not here.

That’s when the image came to me—an image pulled from Star Trek: Discovery. I kept thinking about the captain, this fearless woman who walks into danger on hostile planets. She doesn’t hesitate because she’s protected. Covered. She has a suit that keeps her safe from what’s out there. She doesn’t go in reckless—she goes in prepared.

And it hit me.
That’s what the Armor of God is like.
It’s not just ancient bronze. It’s not a metaphor we outgrew.
It’s like a spacesuit.

Not literally, of course. But it’s protection for a soul that was never meant to walk through a hostile world uncovered.

It’s how I survive a planet that often feels too much. It guards my thoughts. It shields my heart. It filters out the lies and lets in the truth. I still live here, but I breathe differently now.

Without it, I get hit too hard.
The words, the looks, the expectations—they pierce.
The air feels poisoned. The noise too loud.
I absorb what I was never meant to carry.

I try to armor up with the wrong things—approval, silence, control—just to make it through the day.

But that’s not real protection.

Thankfully, God hasn’t left us exposed.
He’s issued real, supernatural gear—something that lets us breathe in what’s true and blocks out what’s toxic.
It filters lies, absorbs impact, shields the soul, and regulates the spiritual temperature in a world that’s constantly overheating.

It’s not made of metal or neoprene.
It’s made of truth, peace, righteousness, salvation, faith, and the Word of God.

It’s what Scripture calls the Armor of God.

And here’s what I’ve come to see:
The Armor of God isn’t just a spiritual metaphor—it’s a person. It’s Jesus.

We don’t put on ideas. We put on Him.

Paul says it clearly in Romans 13:14:

“Instead, put on the Lord Jesus Christ, and make no provision for the flesh to arouse its desires.” —Romans 13:14

Putting on Christ isn’t just symbolic—it’s how we face a hostile world protected.
It means wearing His mindset, walking in His character, and covering ourselves in His righteousness instead of our reactions.

As the Believer’s Bible Commentary puts it, to put on Jesus means to adopt His whole lifestyle—live as He lived, accept Him as our guide, and trust His life to cover ours.

Because every piece of this “spacesuit” we’ve been given—every part of the Armor of God—is Jesus Himself:

• The Belt of Truth – “I am the way, and the truth, and the life.” (John 14:6)

• The Breastplate of Righteousness – “...so that in Him we might become the righteousness of God.” (2 Corinthians 5:21)

• The Boots of Peace – “He Himself is our peace.” (Ephesians 2:14)

• The Shield of Faith – “...looking to Jesus, the founder and perfecter of our faith.” (Hebrews 12:2)

• The Helmet of Salvation – “There is salvation in no one else...” (Acts 4:12)

• The Sword of the Spirit (which is the Word of God) – “The Word was God… and the Word became flesh.” (John 1:1, 14)

So, we step out into the same world every day—but we’re not the same.
In Christ, we’re covered. We can breathe.
We can walk through the fire.
We can stand on hostile ground and not be taken down by it.

The suit doesn’t make the world safe.
It makes us secure in the One who is.

So, the air may still be heavy—
but you’ve been issued a suit.

Use it.
Wear it.

And breathe.

A Prayer for the Suit

Lord, I need Your covering today.
Help me put on the full suit—the one You gave me, the one that lets me breathe in a world that feels too heavy.

I step into the boots of peace—remind me that I don’t walk alone, and that Your presence goes with me.
I buckle the belt of truth—tight around my core, grounding me in what’s real, not what I feel.
I fasten the breastplate of righteousness—not mine, but Yours. Guard my heart with it.
I raise the shield of faith—help me trust You when lies come flying. Help me hold the line.
I place on my head the helmet of salvation—secure me in the truth that I am Yours, and nothing can change that.
And I take up the sword of the Spirit—Your Word. Speak through me, fight for me, lead me.

Thank You for the suit. Thank You for Jesus.
I step out now, covered in Him.

Amen.